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While we as academics often approach the environment with the aim to comprehend scientific processes, nature offers just as many lessons that are broadly applicable to everyday life. From the complex ...

I walked into Associate Professor of History David Hecht’s office at the start of the semester with vague questions about technological developments. Tucked into the right corner of Adams Hall, his ...

gripping to the frail branch, no willingness to be set free. The plastic bag waves like a flag without a country.

I am blinded by colors I lack, They point to a building in front of my nothingness. I am resigned within the confines of this ( ) While those bright-colored fellows trickle into the building Besides ...

The sun beats down on the quad in mid-July. What image does this conjure in your mind? For some, they might see the ladybugs flying from tree to tree, ants scurrying out of their ant holes or ...

Skin shuddering and breath quivering, Medusa trembled like the leaves wilting from the olive trees that wound around the temple’s structure. Her knees scraped along the jagged stone as she pushed ...

When he saw the post about buffalo chicken sandwiches, Elias McEaneney ’27 was surprised. During last February’s Students for Justice in Palestine (SJP) encampment in Smith Union, comments appeared on ...

Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) researchers recently reported that consistently writing essays with the help of a large language model (LLM) reduced the levels of neural, linguistic and ...

gripping to the frail branch, no willingness to be set free. The plastic bag waves like a flag without a country.

Although early artificial intelligence (AI) programs were initially founded a little over 70 years ago, it has felt like the past three years have been the tipping point for excitement around AI, with ...

When I was a child, no more than three or four years old, my mother told me that whenever I lied, she could read it on my forehead. I wasn’t really a mischievous child and didn’t lie often, so I ...